By John Donne.

And let thy patriarches Desire
(Those great grandfathers of thy church, which saw
More in the cloud, that wee in fire,
Whome nature clear'd more, than us Grace and Law,
And now in Heaven still pray, that wee
May use our new helpes rights,)
Be satisfy'd, and fructifie in mee;
Let not my minde be blinder by more light
Nor Fatih, by Reason added, lose her sight.

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